Aubade shaped like breasts or arrows

Mistgreen maple leaves just twenty feet from my looking, my remembering                          an equally soft morning                          in Monterosso, woman with left hand                                               in sea, right hand                                               cupping a baby’s head                                                               to breast, how feminine                                                               it seems, the support, this mist                                               rounding...

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